• Preface

    People always thought that my smile was ever-lasting; that my life was extremely joyous with nothing dreadful ever happening to it. But, they thought wrong. My smile is ever-lasting but not because I’m happy, but because I always used laughter and smiles to cover my sorrow. I was never a content child, but my illusions were excellent. No one had ever suspected that I was living a phony life; the thought never even came up. Even if they did know my secret, no one would ever believe that I, Gabriella Wilson, would ever have grief catch up with me.

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